cheese!!

tonight i ate real cheese atop pasta cooked by real italians.

eh da sar kaun ket dae! (that's burmese for it was delicious. i think. i'm still working out the past tense.)

there were lots of really lovely people there from around the world and inside burma including one of the top-ranking knu general's sons. unfortunately for me, i got to sit next to his less than charming driver who in addition to hitting on me the entire night, made a plethora of racist anti-burmese remarks and kept telling me that he shot at and killed the spdc when i asked him if he spoke burmese (almost all the karen people here speaks burmese, i think him included). miming was involved.

sheesh.

was it worth it for the cheese? hells yes.